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[sid] => 133466
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => life
[time] => 2007-04-12 17:43:35
[hometext] => first poem i've posted in a while.
[bodytext] => So cold and frigid Lost thoughts so rigid Moral values so lost in the air slow death, so sudden and unfair green arrays of star stricken with grief mid day crisis with no such thing as relief life as we know it is set to end set to begin, set to descend into humanities drug influenced hands of stress filled days with stress reduced daze it's crime that drives us to kill with spiteful might crime, a dividend to mans one chosen fate one step at a time that’s how life is lived One breath to last a moment, this moment a gift We act so carelessly when it comes to love Throwing the wordage to match penis envy’s drugs Why deprive one’s self of a peaceful nature? Expression of one’s beauty is far more greater Eyes so focused on money equals greed Corruption of ones heart, this heart not freed It’s all pointless to waste on nothing, but pain Senseless conflict of men who are truly insane Life it only appears in four letters Merely to contrast with no such other Love yet the same, but so much different It creates destruction with heart break so stricken Stricken with the emotion of fear and strain Stricken with the devotion of life’s constant drain We slave for greatness, high in the forecasted sky To roam with the gods and heavens eyes Constantly battling for the dominant side To chose the greatest word influenced shrines We the people live these life’s So caught up in road written cries To end with the days fast paste ways Of burial sentences and masker ayes We choose to move one foot over the next So the days will remain more intact and correct We sore like birds, so lost in flight Because it’s freedom we want, mans ultimate strife [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Epic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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